The name is two grandfathers.
Franz Berlacher was the head: chief of cardiology, Notre Dame football, one of the youngest graduates the University of Chicago’s medical school ever produced. He brought modern cardiology to Northwest Ohio, and strangers would come out from behind deli counters to tell his grandson that this man had saved everyone in their family.
Floyd Perkins was the hands: an eighth-grade education, forty years at the Champion Spark Plug factory where he met Margaret, seventy years married to her. He taught himself fine art and painted every day. He did handstands. He was strong, and he was kind.
They were friends, both men of principle, and their grandson spent twenty years putting cardiac devices into the region Franz built, learning that the best work is both things at once: rigor you can audit, craft you can feel. That’s the standard here, and it’s why the name is theirs.